
"In my past life" she said, "I was a writer. I lived in Paris. I wore silk chiffon, and bias cut satin gowns while I smoked cigarettes from a long ivory stem. I was a sight to behold, avec mon plume et du papier, et mes robes elegantes. Tres belle n'est-ce pas? Oui. All the boys said, "Oui."
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